Not A Minute More

How dare you expect pleasures....

....After your....

Hands have struck my face....

Five-fingered bruise marks have..
Classified me as a weak link in the women's race.

Blue and purple are pretty in a rainbow...
But do nothing for my skin.

You pour boiling oil down my back...
I only asked for a massage.
I'm loving and sincere,
But you feel the need to attack...

You hit me again...

And...

Again...

Now my plan,
To withstand,
Angry hands,
Is no more.

Once I leave this house....
Never again,
Will I walk through that door.

So I'll stand up,
Against your demands.
With the confidence to overcome fear.
With no sweat coming from these glands

My core will no longer be a victim,
Beaten,
Worn or tore.

See, I won't allow it.

Not a minute more.

My pores...
Don't want to heal anymore...

Of your escapades...

My eyes...

Don't want to cry ...

Anymore tears of pain ...

My hands ...

No longer wish to guard my face

My feet...

Don't want to be stopped anymore...

When I try to escape...

My neck...

Doesn't want to be hugged by your palms...

My ribs...

Don't want to be your punching bag 'til you're calm...

My ears....

Don't want to hear your fake "I'm sorrys'

Or your lie of no more harm...

I won't take that shit!

NOT a minute more....................